Regina watched the little yellow car as it drove away crossing the town line and taking with it the thing she loved most in the world, her son. She wept openly as Pan's Curse set upon them, refusing comfort from the charming idiots who still looked at her as if she were Evil. As the purple clouds swirled around her she prayed that on some level, in some way, Henry would still know her love.

The curse that swept over Storybrook did not return them to the Enchanted Forest as it should have. Regina awake the following morning in her bed in the mayoral mansion. She looked down at her gray silk pajamas in confusion before jumping from the bed and running down the hall to throw open the door to Henry's room. Only, it wasn't Henry's room, it was a spare bedroom with a bed, dresser and small writing desk that held a black phone. Not unlike the room it had been before it was home to her baby boy.

She wandered through the house, taking note of all of the things that were different from the day before. The lack of markings on the wall in the kitchen where she had recorded his height. The pantry full of healthy food and missing a box of chocolate cereal. The lack of comic books in her library. Regina took a chance and opened the door to retreive the paper and checked the date to see that it was indeed the next day. So apparenlty the curse had reset Storybrook back to the original cursed timeline, but had removed Henry.

After getting dressed, she ventured out to Granny's for coffee and recon. Through the window, she saw Ruby pouring coffee for David, who was sitting with Katherine. Belle was sitting at the counter sipping tea, and Granny was talking with one of the dwarves. She kept walking towards Gold's shop, only to find the place closed. She looked inside and saw Gold speaking with his son. He looked up and nodded at her. Chances were that he wasn't awake this time since it wasn't his curse, so she kept on walking until she reached the school. She watched as Henry's classmates all played around before the bell. She blinked back her tears and kept walking, slowly making her way to town hall.

A quick search of the records showed that Henry did not exist. Except he did, and his absence was breaking what was left of her heart.

That night, Regina went to her vault and crafted a forgetting potion which she drank before going to bed.